To make a long story short and since I have a really rotten memory, I'll just give you the details I remember and you can fill in the blanks. The names have been changed for obvious reasons....and keep in mind, this happened to me when I was about 8 years old.
The details:
One dirty mouthed neighborhood kid.
One innocent little boy, with blind ambition. (me)
Three pieces of chalk.
Lack of understanding of the english language.
A clean 10 foot by 30 foot concrete driveway.
One angry father.
One green garden hose.
One scrub brush.
Mix all these ingredients together....with these three words: "F*CK APRIL SUMMERS" written over and over close to a hundred times.
Interrogate innocent ambitious little boy for one hour about knowledge of the english language. Question his source of information. Shame his conscience into guilt, and then have him witness the telephone call to the dirty mouthed neighbor kids mother.
Lesson Learned: Don't go along with the crowd and copy what they are doing just because it's the popular thing to do at the time.
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